463 Skilled Hunter

Blake continued to ride the motorcycle back down the highway and across the bridge, heading to the meeting place they had agreed on. On the way, he was trying to come up with a believable excuse without implicating himself. Clenching his fist hard around the handle, the teenager was also trying to forget about the cut and pain that he had on his arm.

‘According to the media, us Altered Hunters are supposed to be the bad guys, but I know that’s a lie that people simply believe in because they’ve been told.’ Blake thought. ‘However, am I really any better if I were to believe that every Altered and every person who wants to become one is automatically bad, simply because I’ve been told that since young… even then I know for sure that Gary and his friends are not like the rest?’

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